Shut Up And Give Me Murder Novels & Stories

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

I protested but I abruptly stop when he gives me the deadly glare, again. “ If the murder that happened yesterday, will happen again tomorrow then I will give you my go signal!” he finally said before slamming the door and I just stood there, wishing for a crime to happen.

Each word was a chip of ice, sharp enough to draw blood. Zhedya’s eyes, usually so cool and controlled, were pools of pure, unhinged murder. The monster was out, and he was starving. Miller choked, his hands scrabbling at the iron grip on his windpipe. “Get off!” he rasped. “If you want him to live, you’ll listen! He’s not with me, you idiot! Soren has him! He’s going to kill him!” He shoved weakly at the unmovable arm. “God, I fucking hate you! I hate what you are! And I hate that he’s suffering right now because he still… he still chooses you!”

A picture of a trash bag appeared on the screen, together with a couple of blurred pixels of blood around it. “The police are now investigating what they have believed to be a murder.” Alice felt her thumping heart slowed. It was scary to think that there might be a murderer out there, but at least, it was not someone she knew. At least, it was not her fault. “That’s terrifying,” Wilson commented as he watched the news with her. “First, it was your friend, then now, this. This town is starting to crawl with dangerous people.” That night, Alice had a hard time sleeping. She shifted on her bed multiple times, she counted sheep and got herself a nice glass of warm milk, but the drowsiness of sl

''You wouldn't try that, murder me right here in this room. ''Murder?'' He laughed again. ''You can only murder a human being. You and your people have lived for thousands of years, doesn't it occur to you that you might have lived your share?'' He stood up now and bent down in front of me. ''I'll tell you the meaning of murder. Murder is what you do when you go out at night hunting unsuspecting people. When you steal little children away from lonely streets and suck their life's blood out of them. Murder is what you do when in the midst of having sex, you sink your fangs into an unsuspecting man's neck and slowly drain him of his life. Murder is what you were about to do to me.''

he said softly, as though trying to pretend I hadn’t just witnessed him murder someone. Where are the cops? Why can’t they get this monster? Aren’t they suspecting anything? How are they just letting people go missing as though their lives mean nothing? If they had no idea, why can’t I bring light to this and get this murderer arrested? But I had no phone to report him, and running away would be the dumbest move. Callum and his dogs would catch me before I even got anywhere. “You bloody murderer,” I hissed. He smirked, completely unfazed by my words. “They deserved it.”

"So stop being stubborn and get your pretty ass off that chair and onto my shoulders now." "I won't. Why do you want me to go with you anyway? I throw my hands helplessly in the air. "So that you can hand me over to the cops, and they will unseal your site?" "What will I do?" "Why won't you? My mom and I killed a man." I say between gritted teeth. "We are murderers." I shout loudly so that West can hear me over the heavy music."

Clearly, we now see which one of them is a little smarter than the other. “What the fuck are you planning?” The bigger guy hisses. So much for listening to the wise words of his friend. I think I shall call this one Lumpy. “In all honesty, guys, I have had a very stressful day so far. There’s only one thing that can help me find the relief I seek. So, without beating around the bush and being all secretive, I will let you know what is the thing I have in mind. Murder. Ta-daaaa, it’s murder, guys. Now, make this fun for me and run.”

"Eve, can you stop being so stubborn? I've apologized, and I'm willing to pay. What more do you want? Will you not let it rest until I'm in prison?" David nodded. "Exactly. The dead can't come back to life. You need to move on. 20 grand is a lot. A life isn't even worth that much in rural areas."